Paroles de Call of the wicked

Out in the cold, ahead in the darkA lamp is flickering brightHungry and tired you're wandering aroundLonely through the nightGreedy looks cling to your bodyFever's rising in your bloodCall of the wicked, facing the evil eyeSecret desires, the dreams of the pastAre promised to come trueThe touch of the sin is tasting so sweetHear it calling youIf you like to play with fireNever ever get too closeCall of the wicked . . .